This day is inevitable for most. We can either accept it or avoid it. For the last 7 years I’ve avoided it. Today is the day I retire from the sneaker game. No more raffles, no more 6:57 wake ups on a Saturday. Sadly, no more camp outs which was one of the greatest experiences as a sneaker head (I hate the term sneakerhead, let’s go with sneaker enthusiast). A lots changed in the last 7 years since the last Concord 11 release that changed the sneaker game forever. Mortgages have been originated, IRA’s have been started, and daughters have been born. I guess you can say I grew up. No sneaker enthusiast ever wants to grow up. We all have a little Peter Pan in us (no homo) and we want to stay forever young ala Hov. I blame this addiction on my parents for having a sports shop growing up. I couldn’t wait for the Nike rep to come thru and preview what’s coming. I would always run and tell my friends about the next and best. It was dope. And addicting. Then I stumbled across a message board called Niketalk. Nothing was ever the same after that. Dial-up modem or not, Niketalk was a daily habit back in 2001. The hey day’s in the sneaker game. Now can I tell myself that I’ll never come back? Mike showed us twice that you can never say never. I’m sure I’ll catch an episode or two of Sneaker Shopping with La Puma. A weekly Celebrity Sneaker Stalker visit is for sure. And Niketalk was, and still is forever. We influenced the culture and that’s something that can never be taken away. I know another day will come in the near future. The day my daughter walks into my “office” and ask why I have so many shoes. I know I’ll be smiling because I’ll get to tell her how and why I fell in love with sneakers. And maybe, just maybe, that’ll be the day the legacy continues.